Standard Terra Calendar 965.M41
Endymion Star Cluster, the Sixth War Zone, the Kirab Galaxy, and the Drad Star (if you don’t remember the location, you can see the map in the comment area or the related works)
As the red cracks spread out from the dusty sky, a faint glow passed through the atmosphere and clouds and sprinkled onto the earth, announcing the dawn of the planet's capital Aining.
The city was founded in 112 years, 40 thousand years. Although it is very young among countless cities in the empire, it still exists for thousands of years and survives countless disputes and wars. It was not affected too much by the war in the Badab War.
Because it is close to the core of the Great Vortex, the Kirabu Galaxy, like the Rich Galaxy, is the focus of the empire's defense. Before the expedition, the two galaxies stationed about three million star-bound troops. After Soshyan divided the war zone, Alash, the commander of the White Temple, as the commander of the war zone, concentrated a large number of troops here.
However, for a long time, there seemed to be no movement at the location here. It seemed that the Red Pirates knew that there were heavy troops here, so they did not dare to step beyond the line.
On the contrary, the farther Endymion and the Rich Galaxy are often attacked by the Red Pirates. Not long ago, a plundering fleet of the Red Pirates launched another attack on the Rich Galaxy, and Alash personally led the battle group to expel the enemy.
But no one realized that the months of harassment were just a smoke bomb, and the Red Pirates set their target in the Kirab Galaxy very early.
"Um!"
As the vibrating knife pierced his neck and cut the carotid artery, the worker curled up into a lifeless scatter, and the killer from the Red Pirate Shadow Killing organization placed the dirty body on the peeling linoleum tiles covering the floor.
Then he pressed his body against the dirty walls of the corridor in an inhuman posture, and used his boots to steer the partition door that the worker had just opened a few seconds ago.
Slowly, the killer pushed open the door, slid into the opening like a shadow, and closed the door behind him.
For the past few days, he has been lurking in a dusty archway with long forgotten garbage-marked archway, counting time as the factories begin to disperse their human prisoners.
He watched the workers trekking through the halls, tiredly walking around the corridor half-deadly, and he waited for them to pass, watching until he saw the man he wanted.
This victim was just another nameless gear in the imperial economy, an unimportant person, the only thing that set him apart was the room he called home, this tiny detail caused fifteen centimeters of rotating steel to pierce the back of the man's neck.
He paused as the killer crossed the threshold, his ears listening to the sounds of the dirty apartment he invaded.
He could hear the mineral-contaminated water rumbling through the pipes, the squeaking sounds of rat nests on the plaster walls, and the sound of pebbles groaning sounds of air rattle through the vents. In order to fight against the assassination of the Death Church, Huron spent a lot of money to get a similar assassin, and even used subspace technology to transform these killers, so that they could be comparable to the killers who came out of the Assassin Temple.
The Red Pirate Killer ignored the sounds, but a slight sound of footsteps caught his attention.
The apartment is a miserable cottage, with crumbling furniture slowly rotting into their original components, a bald carpet thrown on the peeling floor, a futile effort to add a hint of dignity to the place, a pieced together plastic double bed against a wall where the surface mortar is almost completely peeling off and leaking bricks, and a scarred wardrobe is placed in the corner.
The only thing left is a trivial table, chair, a moldy sofa, and a sloping shelf that supports a series of notched dishes and cups, and the only thing that deserves praise for this small house is a wide window that makes it look more "free".
The killer moved with the sound of footsteps, and the main room of the apartment has two smaller auxiliary rooms—a closet and a kitchen—that is the sound coming from the kitchen.
He walked along the wall until he stood at the edge of the archway leading to the kitchen, the smell of boiling vegetable soup came into his high sense of smell, accompanied by sweat and feminine scent.
The killer dug his thumb into the wall and effortlessly tore off a brittle gray plaster, but he did not turn around from the archway and threw a ball of plaster onto the apartment door.
The impact sound was very much like a door slamming, and gypsum fragments rolled on the floor, and they shattered in the impact, creating a footstep-like sound.
"Here you back!"
A woman shouted.
“Dinner is—”
The worker's wife had no time to do more, but in the blink of an eye, a blurred figure emerged from the wall, filling the arch, facing the woman who came out of the kitchen to greet her husband.
The vibrating knife pierced her throat, killing any cry she might have made.
The killer then pressed the activation stud of the vibrating knife, ended the vibration of the blade, and slid the weapon back into the scabbard.
He walked away from the corpse indifferently, pushed the furniture away, walked towards the window, and stared outside through the glass.
From the moment he observed the building from the street below, he expected the room to provide such a vantage point.
Suddenly, the door of the apartment opened behind him, but the killer did not take his eyes away from the window, and he knew that the person entering the room was his own.
"Report."
"The hot melt bomb has been placed in the power plant."
One of the killers whispered that his voice had not changed, but was only an accurate confirmation of the work that had been completed.
"The hot melt bomb is also deployed at key locations of the main shield generator."
The killer nodded, then glanced at the timer that was fixed to the bottom of his glove.
The attack will be a few hours before it begins, and his squad is still ahead of the plan, and when they are done, all of Aining's shield generators will be damaged, while most of the air defense equipment will also be powered off, leaving the city unable to strike any attackers in the air until it can send its own plane.
But it takes time, and his master will not give these poor guys any time.
When Space Marines landed from orbit, everything would fall into dust, and the city would fall into chaos and despair before any reaction.
Although there are many star troops stationed in the local area, as well as elite troops like Kadian, when they cannot contact their central command, they will be forced to fight each other in a disconnected and fragmented way, a battle they are not ready for.
The killer then made a gesture, signaling the two killers to occupy the rooms on both sides of the apartment he occupied.
Then he untied the sniper rifle hanging from his shoulder. The back of the scope opened and the wires slipped into his artificial eyes.
Through the prism in the rifle scope, the killer studied the huge fortress-like plastic steel and concrete buildings, which rose like an iron castle from the filth of the area, a huge empire of Aquila carved into two of the majestic buildings.
Chapter completed!